“How would you know that?”
“Bex told me.”
He should have known. Bex, who taught art classes at the school several days a week, was always giving him grief about the mums who supposedly hit on him.
“She’s mistaken.” Sweet, but misguided.
“If you say so.” Logan’s watch beeped and he glanced at it. “I need to head off, but think about what I said. Faith might play the field, but eventually, someone will snatch her up for good. If it isn’t you, it’ll be someone else.” He raised a golden brow. “You reckon there’s anyone in the bay who’s good enough for her?”
Hell, no. But he just grunted.
Logan’s lips pursed as if he were trying not to smile. He knew he was getting through to Shane, the jerk. “Actually, you know what? I can think of one guy who might deserve her.” He paused for dramatic effect.
Shane’s teeth ground together. “Who?”
Logan resembled a cat with the cream as he announced, “Kyle.”
And there it was. Shane’s heart sank. Logan actually made a good point. His younger brother, Kyle, was a librarian, practically a monk, and an all-round good guy. He didn’t have baggage. What he did have was hoard of female library patrons slipping him their numbers. Ones he kindly let down because he was only interested in finding his true love. How could any guy compete with that? He pictured Kyle hand in hand with Faith, and his stomach knotted. He could hardly stand it. He wanted to be the only one she touched. Even imagining it made him feel sick.
Logan clapped him on the shoulder. “See you, man. Enjoy your week with Faith.”